The announcer’s voice rang across the backyard as he introduced Evelyn Carter, the Quiet Storm.
Derek looked from the screen to my face, struggling to understand what he was seeing.
I lowered my eyes toward his hand still gripping my wrist.
“You have three seconds to let me go,” I whispered.
Derek’s smile disappeared for an instant before returning with an uglier expression.
He tightened his grip, leaned toward my face, and slowly raised his free hand.
“Then you’d better start counting.”
